Hey, good evening, I just want you to know
Christmas is coming, and there’s going to be blood in the snow
I’m coming to your house and i’m going to town
I want to rip your limbs off and put you in the ground
I’m no Santa Claus, i’m anything but
yet I’ve got a sharp present for you, that will go in your gut.
I’m wicked, and I know it
So i’ll stop telling and show it
Knock, knock, Did you lock the door?
I’ve got ten inches of steel to give, you little whore
I don’t need your consent, i’ll get in with or without
You see this hook? It’ll turn you inside out
You better pray to your God if you think i’m not scary
I’m going to tear your fucking face off like i’m the next Bloody Mary